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Cowboy Poet Bj Smith's Monthly Cowboy Poem

Cowboy Poet Bj Smith's Up-dated Cowboy Poem

The '51 Ford

She was a thing of beauty that all my friends adoredBorn in nineteen fifty one, my hot rod half ton FordShe'd seen some customizin', her fenders squared a bitBut best of all a Lincoln grill pruned to make it fit

The cab was flanked by chrome twin stacks that tantalized my earAnd I could make those tires sing each time I shifted gearNow since I'd reached my eighteen year and knew all that I neededI said so long to my sweet Mom, I s'pose a tad conceited

With a hug she smiled and said "now son you please take careAnd just in case you're in a wreck, wear clean underwear"I loaded in my pickup truck a three drawer dresser chestThat held my worldly effects and then I headed west

The engine purred, the wind rushed past my window that was openGood things waiting up ahead is all that I was hopen'Three hours worth of driving on this sunny afternoonMade it time to find a place to fuel up pretty soon

Shortly came a service station by a little townI coasted in and parked beside the first pump that I foundWhile pumping gas some local yokels on a Sunday cruisen'Circled round my pickup truck for anything amusen'Now they were out to poke some fun and maybe cause a ruckusOne called out and said my truck was more than likely gutlessWell I could hardly wait my chance to stage for them a showI hustled in, paid my bill and hoped they wouldn't go

I dropped her down in bottom gear, eased slowly from the stationChecked to see the coast was clear and planned my demonstrationThen set the wheels in motion, those tires howled a songThe fenders filled with rubber smoke, I showed those boys they're wrong

All the way past second gear my truck she did me proudA definite impression was left upon that crowdThat's when I checked the rear view mirror to see those locals stareBut to my horror what I saw was clouds of underwear

BVD's and Stanfields, privates kept unseenWere flying almost everywhere from back of my machineWho would have thought it mattered which way those drawers were facin'I didn't want to turn around, the crow was awful tastn'

The top drawer of that dresser where all my undies wereHad opened up and emptied resembling a blurReluctantly I came back and faced the audienceStarted picking underwear, the laughter was intense

But one thing that I learned that day back when I was a 'teenWhen you are driven' on the road, keep your undies clean.

Bj Smith/18

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